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Tour Dates
09/18/13 Madison, WI High Noon Saloon
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Experimental UK folk musician Duke Garwood is probably not a familiar name this side of the Atlantic. Garwood first cut his chops playing guitar on The Orb’s “Perpetual Dawn†…
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UK post-punk band Savages electrified a sold out First Avenue crowd last night with a set that stabbed, slapped and gnashed. Those who missed Savages in July at the Triple Rock (like myself) were pleased to find that the larger venue didn’t lessen the intensity of this great young band.
Preceding Savages was friend of the band (and guest on their record Silence Yourself) avant-garde singer-songwriter Duke Garwood. Garwood was accompanied by frequent collaborator Johnny Hostile (who also co-produced the Savages album) on bass. Their short set was a noise-y, frustrating, but unique experience. While Hostile shuffled about, making aggressive throbs on his bass, Garwood wailed and moaned, his voice hovering just below the drone of his guitar. A few songs in Garwood broke out his saxophone and improvised some jazzy notes over the wash of reverb and a hypnotic drum machine loop. The last song saw Jehnny Beth, lead singer of Savages, join the two men on stage for the most cohesive and most affecting song the pair played.
The dimly lit stage sat empty after a short intermission between sets while a tribal instrumental played over the club’s speakers. When it came to a close, the lights went out and Savages walked on stage to thunderous applause. The musicians were clad in all black attire, their narrow silhouettes against the warm glow of the stage light created some wonderfully stark visuals. They started with the grim, pummeling “I Am Here†and the glorious assault on the ears began! Lead singer Beth is a fearless frontwoman, her fierce vocals effortlessly punctuating the charcoal rumblings of Ayse Hassan on bass and guitarist Gemma Thompson. The evening's most valuable player, however, was powerhouse drummer Fay Milton, who was clearly having a great time rocking out from behind the kit.
A frantic version of my favorite track “No Face†had Beth spitting like Souixsie Souix or Lydia Lunch as Thompson unleashed a sinister storm of noise from her guitar. The primal defiance of “She Will†and “Husbands,†with it’s urgent hyperventilating lyrics, properly stirred the crowd up. Fans convulsed to the dark, angular rhythms and pounded the air with their fists and voices during the choruses. Beth was completely in tune with the confrontational nature of the music, spending lots of time standing or crouching at the edge of the stage, staring lasers into anyone who dare make eye contact.
Despite the band’s serious presence (after performing “Marshal Dear†with Duke Garwood, Beth sternly asked, “Did I hear a boo?†to which the crowd fearfully responded in unison, “No!â€) the night was sprinkled with plenty of light-hearted moments. As “Strife†came to a close, Beth’s microphone, which she had set on the stand before turning her back on it, dropped right as the music stopped. The shock of the sound elicited chuckles from the audience and the band as Beth quipped, “There’s a spirit in the room.†Later in the show, after an especially unsettling “Hit Me†(which reminded me of Liliana Cavani’s controversial film The Night Porter), Beth sat down at the front of the stage and inquired about the age of a concert-goer. “You’re 10? I’m sorry,†Beth joked. “You’re really cute.†Even at the very beginning of the show, as Beth stalked the stage’s edge, she remarked how “f*cking awesome†their last show was at the Triple Rock.
I hope that the massive hype that Savages are receiving doesn’t hinder what is to come. Not that the accolades are unwarranted, but it can damage a band’s direction and place a lot of undue pressure on them. However, Beth has mentioned in interviews that a major influence on her art is filmmaker John Cassavetes because of his uncompromising methods. And with a song like “F*ckers†in their catalogue (“Don’t let the f*ckers get you down!â€), there is no doubt that Savages will continue fiercely independent and as dangerous as ever.
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DUKE GARWOOD
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The dimly lit stage sat empty after a short intermission between sets while a tribal instrumental played over the club’s speakers. When it came to a close, the lights went out and Savages walked on stage to thunderous applause. The musicians were clad in all black attire, their narrow silhouettes against the warm glow of the stage light created some wonderfully stark visuals. They started with the grim, pummeling “I Am Here†and the glorious assault on the ears began! Lead singer Beth is a fearless frontwoman, her fierce vocals effortlessly punctuating the charcoal rumblings of Ayse Hassan on bass and guitarist Gemma Thompson. The evening's most valuable player, however, was powerhouse drummer Fay Milton, who was clearly having a great time rocking out from behind the kit.
A frantic version of my favorite track “No Face†had Beth spitting like Souixsie Souix or Lydia Lunch as Thompson unleashed a sinister storm of noise from her guitar. The primal defiance of “She Will†and “Husbands,†with it’s urgent hyperventilating lyrics, properly stirred the crowd up. Fans convulsed to the dark, angular rhythms and pounded the air with their fists and voices during the choruses. Beth was completely in tune with the confrontational nature of the music, spending lots of time standing or crouching at the edge of the stage, staring lasers into anyone who dare make eye contact.
Despite the band’s serious presence (after performing “Marshal Dear†with Duke Garwood, Beth sternly asked, “Did I hear a boo?†to which the crowd fearfully responded in unison, “No!â€) the night was sprinkled with plenty of light-hearted moments. As “Strife†came to a close, Beth’s microphone, which she had set on the stand before turning her back on it, dropped right as the music stopped. The shock of the sound elicited chuckles from the audience and the band as Beth quipped, “There’s a spirit in the room.†Later in the show, after an especially unsettling “Hit Me†(which reminded me of Liliana Cavani’s controversial film The Night Porter), Beth sat down at the front of the stage and inquired about the age of a concert-goer. “You’re 10? I’m sorry,†Beth joked. “You’re really cute.†Even at the very beginning of the show, as Beth stalked the stage’s edge, she remarked how “f*cking awesome†their last show was at the Triple Rock.
I hope that the massive hype that Savages are receiving doesn’t hinder what is to come. Not that the accolades are unwarranted, but it can damage a band’s direction and place a lot of undue pressure on them. However, Beth has mentioned in interviews that a major influence on her art is filmmaker John Cassavetes because of his uncompromising methods. And with a song like “F*ckers†in their catalogue (“Don’t let the f*ckers get you down!â€), there is no doubt that Savages will continue fiercely independent and as dangerous as ever.
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Savages at First Avenue, Minneapolis (09/17/13) |
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